Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 142 - 11 Difficult Task! {VIP - 9}_1

The biggest drawback of the Bimon Army was exposed in this sneak attack: their lack of iron armor protection.

In the entire Tauren squad, apart from Knight Vieri who possessed leather armor, ordinary Tauren soldiers didn’t even have iron armor for protection, let alone their weapons which were still just totem pillars made of wooden stakes. Faced with the feathered arrows that flew out of the darkness, harvesting lives like locusts, the Tauren warriors had no choice but to rely on their robust muscles to resist, without any other methods of defense.

As the chilling cries and sound of bodies hitting the ground rang out, Liu Zhenhan rolled on the spot, splashing a burst of water from under his feet.

The pack on his back was thrown into the air, the Night Pearl encased in Larza Beast skin broke free, scattering soft moon-like light in the darkness. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Six slender female Dark Elf Archers were fully exposed in the light.

They were so close to the Bimon Army, holding their short bows drawn to the full, and expressions full of agony on their dark, attractive faces.

The Night Pearl traced a lovely arc in the air and landed on the ground.

Big droplets of sweat rolled off Vieri’s face, and the leather armor on his back felt icy cold.

Just as the light suddenly flashed in the darkness, apart from seeing the blood-red stream and the soldiers writhing in pain on the ground, Knight Vieri also saw an agile, muscular figure spring up from the ground.

This figure held a club in his hands, suddenly stabbing out wolf fangs.

No screams, no wails.

All four female Dark Elf Archers were taken down by this agile figure.

This flash of light allowed Knight Vieri to witness a killing technique that he had never seen or heard of before, as if it was a textbook classic.

It was done by none other than Richard, the Dragon Sacrificer who was specifically designated by the military to undertake this most dangerous mission!

This Sacrificer’s Wolf Fang Club, supposedly an "auxiliary instrument", swung and splattered a shower of blood in the air. Following the heavy elbow and knee strikes, the Knight Vieri, a well-known warrior among the Taurens, experienced what fast and deadly attacks were. By the time this series of fluid movements was completed, four female Dark Elf Archers had fallen, one of whom had her face smashed by the brutish Sacrificer.

As the four female Dark Elf Archers fell in that instant, the Night Pearl in the air just happened to land as well. It bounced a few times before falling into the burbling stream, emitting a bewitching, moonlike radiance through the glistening waves.

Knight Vieri saw this horrifying Sacrificer pull out a thin stabbing sword from his Wolf Fang Club with his grip behind it, then throw it out with a flick of his wrist. It slammed into the neck of the furthest female Dark Elf Archer with such force that it even lifted her body up and pinned her against the nearby cliff wall.

The surroundings were silent, even the injured on the ground forgot to moan. The only sound that could be heard was heavy panting.

Only the last female Dark Elf Archer was left, but she could no longer utter a word. A large hive-like club was held against her dark neck as the wolf fangs inside it shot out like a striking snake, and then retreated in and out.

A Tauren warrior picked up the Night Pearl from the ground, holding it aloft in his hand. The moonlight-like radiance illuminated within a ten-blade radius, casting a faint silvery glow. A layer of faint black fog wafted about the mountain cave. As it came into contact with the light from the Night Pearl, it quickly retreated, gathering in the distance where it hovered up and down.

The Tauren warriors were in a state of devastation.

Knight Vieri had a black feathered arrow stuck in his arm. Without extracting it or checking on his own injuries, he rushed to the corpses of the five female Dark Elf Archers, squatting down to examine them closely.

The Dark Elves’ bodies lay in the stream, forming a radial circle. Their dilated pupils no longer had a trace of life, and the orderly and large collapses on their bodies tightened the bear man’s heart as he examined the wounds that had killed them.

"How are our casualties?" Liu Zhenhan seized the short bow of the only remaining Dark Elf captive, pulled it tightly around the Archer’s neck, causing her to release the hand covering her eyes, tightly clutching the bowstring embedded in her neck.

"All sixteen Buer Warriors were shot in the eye sockets. The accompanying Witch Doctor can’t perform treatments here. The losses are heavy..." Heinze the Witch Doctor walked over, his tone sorrowful. Behind him was the sacrificial apprentice Rune, who looked at Liu Zhenhan with a face full of admiration.

"Such a formidable Archery skill! Such arrogant Dark Elves! They dare to launch attacks from such a close distance!" Liu Zhenhan took a deep breath. If it wasn’t for the barrier blocking two arrows aiming for his neck, he would have been done for today.

"It’s too dark here! The Dark Elves’ skin is practically indistinguishable from the night. Considering the darkness, our casualties are already quite light. Given another three seconds with their high agility, half of us would have fallen." Heinze the Witch Doctor picked up a bag of Dark Elf feathered arrows scattered on the ground.

"Thank you!" Vieri stood up and nodded to Liu Zhenhan. The look in his eyes had gone from disdain to respect.